Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e 


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Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e

What if from Tundra to cities
My people refine themselves
Until we are one finger of

The seventeen hands of the Cosmos
I’m alone on the roof
With an unlimited number of stars
Who look back upon me
With an unlimited number of eyes

We are souls created from
The same music, murmuring
Mantras of evolution

What if from Nomads to star-divers
We become custodians
To repent from centuries of destroying
Would we not then make choices
To recognize that God is dancing

In the universe and we must
Be a gift unto the worlds
Or else in gulps of light, go extinct

Blindly like any species, that failed
To arrive at a sustainable balance
I’m holding a cup of water
To the Milky Way
And she’s burning gold down on me

For I’ve become a connoisseur
Of her butterflies, strawberries, birch, hazel
And I’m a tiger on fire

I’m going extinct in my own lifetime
And it’s not my death I’m afraid of.

I H a v e My R e a s o n s 


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I H a v e My R e a s o n s

My name cues the way home
I have become nobody, no one
For how insignificant are my words

In one country on one planet
Near a sun among a billon suns
In one galaxy of a hundred billion suns
In a universe among a hundred billion
Galaxies, we float in a quasi-narrative

13.8 billion years old, my words
Is a thin balcony upon existence
I will live maybe 80 years, maybe use

A few thousand words at best
There is no such calling as poet
I cannot speak for martyrs or prophets
Nor have I been summoned here
My body is starting to suffer like a vehicle

In my dream, planets have voices
Strangely in isolation from neighbours
Not unlike people with their alphabetizing brains

Is language then the dark matter?
That makes up information and is yet
Invisible, and what is the black hole
Of philosophy and the last curfews of reason
I see no evidence of objective truth

Only the narratives we fantasize about
To give our reality a semblance of order.

some stars


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Some Stars

These are amazing, each
Fleeting with the light of each other
As a performance in the night
Arranged by chance

Floating like trees in morning
To meet as far as the eyes can see
As far as things can travel
Exploding to tell us that

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Life is everywhere
Something so simple
Like oceans or trees but more distant
Gazing into history with a chorus

Of smiles and a canvas that
Felt like the face of eternity
Placed in a puzzle of so many pebbles
As to dance by the waves

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In the sunshine, moving slowly
Across the skies with their
Own accents, own astrology
An astronomy of amazing indifference

Fortitude, prophecy, design
Intelligence in a quantum physics kind of way
These are joining a neighbour or moving
Towards a friend, and does it mean something?

The way they double up, have baby planets
Disappear, we may touch, love, explain….

Treatise on Silence


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Wherefore of one cannot speak
Thereof one must be silent
For silence is listening to the universal

Doing nothing is better than
Being busy doing nothing
Doing nothing is silence of action

Therefore be vulnerable and open
Being open to beauty and bounty everywhere
Therefore be silent and have reverence

It is the space within that makes it useful
There are times when the only correct
Thing to do is to bear out troubles

Until a better day, therefore be patient
As patient as the moon, which does not fight
It attacks no one, it does not worry

It keeps to its natural course and nature
Be as a gentle influence upon others
A subtle light of friendship and hope.

So that our sleep might answer all the sky’s starry questions


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Love is a bewildered nest
Branded by comfort
Time propagating in the shared darkness
I untangle my confusions here
Unlearning solitude

Like a secret creature in the fire
The day’s net has extinguished
All goodbyes, all labors unfulfilled
In the slow bedroom of the moon
Breathing with the gentleness of gold

Touching lasts a lifetime with you
Simply a pulse of a long slow-river
Our blood mixes, we become
One celebrated organism, one unit
A family where your hands move

Autumn on the march, thriving
Like a crazy woman sings
To the evening vines, the salad-tulips
We bend towards our nocturnal bodies
Rejoicing like an ultramarine couple

Steam-breath coming from our joys
And blue frost clogging up the mirror
We are a four-sided constellation of light
From some distant star, and we are home
Love is a bewildered nest, full

Of eyes like the dearest diamonds
And the wine, the ruby-juice
The sap of our decades of care:
That never got drank completely.

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Voice


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Now I feel the leaf of voices
Nothing mightier than the Trees
The sky where no word is spoken
But the speaking of life; sun & earth

O what is it in me that lusts for voice?
Language, the hoping neurons in me –
Now I wish the water of voices
That traces the blood of perfect organs

The soul of ancestry that brought me here
Now I feel the crypt of voices
My temples struck by the depths
All wait for the right voices, for whose melody?

The water follows the moon in my
Ancient feeling, with fluid steps
Forever ready, as if to sing –
The ignorance of words is so so clear

The non-duality from which every utterance follows
Trapped in time, but it is still beautiful
To feel poetry in nature, mysticism in the wind.

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Song to Orion


Orion

Great stars of white frost/
Ancient beginnings of Orion’s Belt
Landscapes of crystal
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Fish the darkness of my psychic
Road of dawns, that opens new worlds
Rock salt and iceberg Cosmos

Pleistocene padlock instinct
Primal intelligence of green vitality
Give me rebirth, like springtide’s revelry
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Great noble stars of whitening transparency
Melt the fine dust of my humanity
Bring me the end of the world, that I might

Truly look in the mirror as if
For the last time, and sparkle with you
Star on star, body to body, hope to hope
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That I might drink the Galactic wine/
In a network of supremely loving satellites
Great stars of white eternal frost

You know best, I am only a watcher
I will see only gold, in your darkness fluff
For in the eye of the behold, is only racing light
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I await my Beloved, as of old, in calm divinity
Great stars of the Multitude of Answers
All possible truths assault me, like moonstones and vodka.